I discovered something
Something I wasn't supposed to
And now
I'm crying
I'm crushed
I feel like it's all my fault
I feel like I could've done something
But I didn't
I tried to talk to you
Tell you it was ok
But you didn't listen
You took that blade and slid it across your wrist
A few more times than the last
You told me you were fine
But I saw something
Something I wasn't supposed to see
And it's all my fault
So now it's my turn
To take that razor and draw
I'm letting go
I was always to cowardly
Afraid of pain
But it's all dull to me now
I want the pain
I need it
I want to stay strong for you
But I can't hold in my own pain anymore
I'm sorry
I'm letting go
Know that it's not your fault
It's mine
YOU ARE READING
The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...